Not actually read, I’m afraid. I’ve given in, marked ‘all read’ and will try to keep up from now on. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t catch up.
I said a couple of weeks ago that I was going to delete any blogs where I didn’t feel a personal involvement, including those whose writers never commented on mine or acknowledged me – of course, I revisited any blog before I deleted it, and hardly any have gone. I only read blogs whose writers I like or whose writing I like, so I can’t be selective and decide whether you’re ‘worthy’ of being written by the criterion of you getting around to commenting here. That would be a bit arrogant of me.
Right, that’s that out of the way. But transferring to G-Reader from Bloglines meant some duplications and I’ve not been able to sort it out, so I’m starting again.
I spent most of the day at the school, in music lessons. I am fond of 13-year-olds. And, at this stage of the school year, they’re all polite and respectful and they thank you for any help! I’m not cut out to be a teacher, but I like helping voluntarily. I’m jolly lucky, in fact because the voluntary work that I’m mysteriously compelled to do is, mostly, a pleasure. There are a couple of things I’d like to ditch and another I rather wish I hadn’t taken on, but no matter.
And now I realise that a couple of emails haven’t yet been sent. I must go, darlings, because I must write them this evening.